None of these characters are mine, except for the ones you don't know,
got it? Now that that's through, this is my first time trying this, so
don't flame me if it's a bit sloppy. 4 years after the fellowship..
Chapter 1: In Dreams
An elf girl lay in bed in Rivendell, her green eyes glazed over
in a troubled sleep. Her silver hair spread about her shoulders. She
tossed and turned, struggling to escape the realm of dreams that
trapped her. Why did they do this to her? She refused to sleep...and
they tricked her.
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In the Dream
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The girl ran, followed by orcs, never stopping. Her chest
burned, her feet ached. She had been running for years it seemed,
running from the creatures that chased her.
"Traitor!" an orc screamed, in its shrewd, disgusting voice.
At the head of the mob an alf ran, ran ahead and with almost the
same speed as her. It was her exact match, a twin by looks.
"Sesilia! You abandoned your sister! You will pay!" her twin
shouted, in a voice of hatred, coldness. She ran, with all her strength,
taught to never give up, never show pain, or any emotion. She ran, with
memories of the darkness that she had left behind flying through her
head.
Betrayel. That was all she knew. She was a former spy of Sauron,
a traitor to the dark. She did not know how to escape until the fellowship
showed her kindness. She felt she would always be the dark elf, step-daughter
of Sauron. Her life changed, and she couldn't stop it.
She felt she could no longer run, her chest burned with a pain,
but it was nothing compared to what she was leaving. The lashings for
any mistake of the smallet proportion.
She could run no longer, she had long ago lost the feelings in all of
her muscels, and she finally collapsed to the ground, the group
overtaking her, and slashing at her, kicking her, but never killing her.
She was too valuable for that. They always almost put her near death,
and always she survived only to wake up to more beatings, slashings.
Throughout the slashing and kicking she never once cried out,
just laid there, staring blankly, and emotionlessly ahead. her grip
on reality slipped, and slowly, she fell to the havens of unconsciousness,
that blessed realm where as much as they hit her, she never once felt it.
A voice flashed through her head. it laughed in cold malice,
and hatred, it rejoiced at her pain,"We have returned, Sesilia, and
you will return also."
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Rivendell
*********************
Sesilia woke up panting, her silver hair matted to her head with
sweat. That had never happened before, no matter how many times that
dark dream had come to her. Never once. She glanced around, recognizing
the room that she had been given. Rivendell, or Imladris...she was safe
here, no matter what her dreams told her. Even if those dreams happened
to come into reality. They could not come for her there, could they?
To Be cont. if anyone wants me to.
got it? Now that that's through, this is my first time trying this, so
don't flame me if it's a bit sloppy. 4 years after the fellowship..
Chapter 1: In Dreams
An elf girl lay in bed in Rivendell, her green eyes glazed over
in a troubled sleep. Her silver hair spread about her shoulders. She
tossed and turned, struggling to escape the realm of dreams that
trapped her. Why did they do this to her? She refused to sleep...and
they tricked her.
************************
In the Dream
************************
The girl ran, followed by orcs, never stopping. Her chest
burned, her feet ached. She had been running for years it seemed,
running from the creatures that chased her.
"Traitor!" an orc screamed, in its shrewd, disgusting voice.
At the head of the mob an alf ran, ran ahead and with almost the
same speed as her. It was her exact match, a twin by looks.
"Sesilia! You abandoned your sister! You will pay!" her twin
shouted, in a voice of hatred, coldness. She ran, with all her strength,
taught to never give up, never show pain, or any emotion. She ran, with
memories of the darkness that she had left behind flying through her
head.
Betrayel. That was all she knew. She was a former spy of Sauron,
a traitor to the dark. She did not know how to escape until the fellowship
showed her kindness. She felt she would always be the dark elf, step-daughter
of Sauron. Her life changed, and she couldn't stop it.
She felt she could no longer run, her chest burned with a pain,
but it was nothing compared to what she was leaving. The lashings for
any mistake of the smallet proportion.
She could run no longer, she had long ago lost the feelings in all of
her muscels, and she finally collapsed to the ground, the group
overtaking her, and slashing at her, kicking her, but never killing her.
She was too valuable for that. They always almost put her near death,
and always she survived only to wake up to more beatings, slashings.
Throughout the slashing and kicking she never once cried out,
just laid there, staring blankly, and emotionlessly ahead. her grip
on reality slipped, and slowly, she fell to the havens of unconsciousness,
that blessed realm where as much as they hit her, she never once felt it.
A voice flashed through her head. it laughed in cold malice,
and hatred, it rejoiced at her pain,"We have returned, Sesilia, and
you will return also."
*********************
Rivendell
*********************
Sesilia woke up panting, her silver hair matted to her head with
sweat. That had never happened before, no matter how many times that
dark dream had come to her. Never once. She glanced around, recognizing
the room that she had been given. Rivendell, or Imladris...she was safe
here, no matter what her dreams told her. Even if those dreams happened
to come into reality. They could not come for her there, could they?
To Be cont. if anyone wants me to.